An interesting thing about Nomadic Attic is that it barely exists. No performances. No rehearsals. Not even a band that we know of. And yet there is music—ranging from ambient string texture to pop-lyric specificity. Some waxes archaic, some romantic, others chaotic. What begins as folk dirge might escalate to anthem, while the most grandiose in spirit is whittled down to indie-budget bones. This band, if there were a band, would easily be an up-and-comer if their music hadn't already been around awhile.…